I used to believe in science

It was nightfall when Antoinette hurriedly arrived at the police station, and she easily found Rhett, who was squatting in a corner with a notebook, writing and drawing, completely ignoring the noise around him.

Antoinette dragged a chair and sat across from him and asked, "Any new discoveries?"

"The autopsy results are out." Reid didn't even look up, and wasn't frightened at all. He casually pulled out a forensic report from his hand and handed it to her while explaining, "The deceased was William Grant, a member of a famous family in Gotham. Boss, multiple perforations and blood loss in the lungs, and some trauma, the forensic doctor said he walked a long way."

"So you didn't find any suspicious vehicles outside Wayne Manor, did you?" Antoinette asked while flipping through the materials quickly.

"No." Reid shook his head in frustration and thoughtfully, "It's hard to explain why they let Grant go to Wayne Manor by himself? What if he can't persist?"

"Either the killers have done precise calculations, or they don't care whether Grant can walk to the manor. But this road only leads to Wayne, even if he dies halfway, he can be found." Antoinette followed his train of thought. "You think it's aimed at Wayne?"

"Or someone at this banquet." Rhett nodded. "Do you know who Grant might have entangled with who was there at the time?"

"You're asking me, doctor, it was a gathering of celebrities, and the relationships in it were so intricate that they could write a book of The Tale of Genji, or Dream of the Red Chamber."

Rhett was obviously choked, he nodded resignedly and continued to mention what the forensic doctor found "...then they found fear gas in the blood test."

Antoinette paused for a moment, she didn't know anything about the term, so she blinked "What is that?"

"It's a kind of poisonous gas, the scarecrow... invented by Jonathan Klein, which means we can characterize this case." Before Reid could speak, someone explained on his behalf, and Antoinette turned to look When Sergeant Gordon came over, he looked a little sluggish with those black-rimmed glasses, "The Scarecrow is now in Arkham Asylum, it should be his remnants."

"Why would he do such a thing?"

Gordon shrugged, and took off his glasses and wiped them with the corner of his clothes. "He's a lunatic. There's no reason to panic."

"Madmen's actions may be different from ordinary people's logic, but they also have their own behavioral logic. There is no inducement and no result... Besides, didn't you find two crime marks on the corpse at the same time? Except for the poisonous gas, those with owl marks What about the knife? That’s not the scarecrow’s mark.” Antoinette flipped through the report hastily, and pulled out one of the pulled out knives, stuffing it under Gordon’s nose. “As far as I’ve heard, it’s from another legend. ..."

"The Court of Owls..." Gordon pushed the piece of paper aside, frowned and said impatiently, "I know the local legend of Gotham better than you, but it's just a legend, Miss Stark. Maybe the Scarecrow is just Playing tricks."

"but……"

"Anyway, Miss Stark, Dr. Reid, I'm here to inform you two, thank you for your help, but we've closed the case, you can leave." Gordon turned and left after saying this.

Antoinette tried to stand up and catch up, but Rydra stopped her, shook her head and whispered when she looked over, "I called Hodge, but Hodge said there is no place to invite us to participate."

Antoinette was silent for a while, then turned his head to look in the direction Gordon left, and finally stood up and chased him out.

She caught up with Sergeant Gordon on the roof of the Gotham Police Station. There was a gust of cold wind on the roof, and there was a huge searchlight. Tan over.

"Sheriff Gordon, you can't just close the case so hastily." Antoinette took a step forward and said, Gordon didn't expect her to catch up here, he was a little surprised, looked around and was a little at a loss, after a while He calmed down and sighed, "Miss Stark, we will study these clues carefully, any clue will not be hasty."

"'We'?" Antoinette raised one eyebrow, a little confused about the subject, she accurately caught Gordon's dodging expression, looked at the 'bat light' next to him, and quickly understood his meaning "You mean Batman?"

"..." Gordon's evasive expression was now undisguised.

But someone saves him "Jim, give us a moment."

It was a rough voice, as if there was a handful of sand in the throat, it was hoarse as if it had been scorched by hellfire, not like a human voice.

Antoinette turned around following the source of the sound, and saw a person standing at the top of the stairwell leading to the top floor. The huge cloak made him blend into the darkness, and he didn't know how much he heard there.

This is the first time Antoinette has seen Batman in person.At this moment, she felt that any rumors and hearsay were far from him.

Gotham tonight is just like any other day, nothing major.After Robin taught a few thieves a lesson and helped a few old ladies cross the road, he completed the night patrol.

When returning to the Batcave from the secret entrance, Batman is already there, looking at some tissue with a microscope.Glancing at Robin as he walked past without a sound.

Seeing that he was found, Dick, who was trying to sneak attack, dropped his shoulders in frustration, sat down on the chair next to him and said, "Just as you guessed, that sister Stark asked me about the court of owls." He took out the napkin with the owl pattern from his pocket and observed it against the light, "She looks pretty good."

"En." Batman glanced at him again, as if he had a problem with the adopted son's title of 'sister', but he didn't say anything in the end.

"I don't understand, since you don't want them to get involved in this muddy water, why do you want me to tell her the truth?"

"Because Miss Stark is an inquisitive person." The old butler came down with coffee and dessert, and replied by the way, "and she is someone who can easily see that you are lying, Master Richard."

"Tell her the truth so she doesn't think about it all the time," Bruce replied in his own voice.

"Then will she just give up?"

"..."

Dick, who didn't get an answer, looked at Alfred and then at Batman, finally put the napkin on the table, and asked carefully, "B, you're not very good at dealing with her, are you?"

Fortunately or unfortunately, Batman completely ignored his question and gave no answer.